Thank you all for reading this. :) I hope you all like this chapter, and just so you know I wont be updating until I finish all my finals in December. I know it will be a long wait, but I promise I'll have it up by at the latest the 20th. :)


Jason gazed outside, watching as night slowly began to approach. He waited hour after hour, and yet Dick had not fully woken up yet. It would take a while for all the medication to wear off, and he knew that but that did not make the wait any less agonizing.

Jason was dozing off when at about a quarter till seven Tim and Kon walked into the room. There was more color in his complexion, and his composure was stronger than the night before. He looked more rested, and his arm, although it was still in a sling, seemed to be irritating him less. In the hand that was working, he held a plastic bag, "Is he doing okay?"

"Yeah, he seems to be doing okay," Jason yawned. "The only thing is that the bacteria in his blood is still a little high."

"I think he'll be okay." Tim smiled in Dick's direction, then at Jason, he held out a plastic bag he was holding, "I figured you haven't ate anything, so I bought a few things on the way here. You also look like crap, why don't you go home?"

Jason sighed, and took the bag from Tim, "I can't leave him."

"You are going to be the one in a hospital bed too if you don't get some rest." Tim predicted. "Take this food, go home for a few hours, rest, and come back. I'll stay here with him."

Jason knew Tim was right. Out of everyone in the family, Tim had to be the only one that really thought anything completely through.

"Get your ass home." Tim half ordered, he was used to being a leader and telling people what to do. When he told someone to do something he expected them to do it. Jason was no acceptation.

"Fine." he growled.

Once Jason arrived home, he had no idea what to do with himself. The entire apartment felt empty and eerily quiet. He did not even bother to turn the light on, as he set the bag on the table, and went to his closet to find some clean clothes and take a shower.

While in the bathroom, he saw his reflection in the mirror. Tim was right when he said that he looked like crap. Heavy black bags were underneath his bloodshot eyes, and he was unshaven. He pulled off all the gauze, that was wrapped around his head. The injury was still swollen, and was painful to touch.

A fifteen minute shower, and a quick shave later, he grabbed an apple from the bag that Tim had given him and checked his phone. There was no messages, and no missed phone calls. That was good, it meant that Dick was still okay. Yet, it was scary knowing that he had not yet found the strength to wake up.

Jason did not feel like smoking, or drinking. After he finished the small snack he laid down in what felt like a very empty bed. He took the pillow that Dick often used, it smelled like him. He hugged it, holding it tightly against his chest.

The scent tricked him into thinking he was not alone, and lulled him into a sleep.

Pieces of the night when he shot Dick began to come together. He remembered seeing Dick – Nightwing – but yet he was not seeing him. Through his eyes, under influence of whatever the hell kind of gas he was under, it was not Nightwing that he saw. Yet it was. Physically, it was. But internally it was not.

Jason was not afraid of anything physical. He could protect himself, he could fight and kill. It was emotional subjects that he feared. He was not sure why, but it was probably the gas that made him question Dick and his trust. When Dick started stepping toward him, he was fearful that Dick was going to hurt him. In more ways than just physical, but he was terrified that he would crush his heart. Break his trust.

As Dick took those steps, Jason knew he had to act. He had to make him stop, and so he shot him.

Jason's dream stopped when he heard his phone go off. He shot up, and reached for it. It was Tim. His heart raced, and with a shaking finger he hit the answer key, "T-Tim?"

"You need to get over here."

"Is... Is Dick okay?"

"He's awake." Tim's voice was neither uptight, or scared. That gave Jason confidence, it was good to know that as far as he knew Dick was okay. He hung up, threw on his pants, grabbed a jacket, slipped on a pair of Dick's sandals and ran.

Jason reached the hospital in less than ten minutes and dashed straight up to the room. He lingered in the door way, and the first thing he saw was Dick's stunning blue eyes staring right at him. He took a step back, he felt his body begin to tremble and he pivoted back around and out of the room.

"I'll be right back," Tim told Dick before standing up and running into the hallway, "Jason!"

Jason had his back against the wall, one arm was wrapped around his waist and his other hand pressed against his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Tim approached him, speaking in a soft voice. He placed his hand on his shoulder. "Jason, everything is okay. He's fine."

"I just...I'm – I...fuck."

Tim could tell that Jason was uncomfortable in this situation. He wanted to see Dick, but yet he was afraid because he was the one that hurt him. "Stay out here as long as you need," he told him. "Just know that he's in there, and he's alive and he's waiting for you."

"Yeah." Jason nodded, and watched as Tim walked back into the room. He slid down the wall and sat down on the floor.

More than anything, did Jason want to go and see Dick and tell him that he was sorry and that he loves him. He was scared though. He did not know if Dick even wanted to talk too him. He wanted to run away, and not deal with the situation, because there is no way that anyone could be that forgiving. No. Fucking. Way.

"I wish I could go out there, and talk to him." Dick sighed, desperately wanting to go back to sleep but not without seeing Jason.

"Call him." Kon suggested.

"Call him?"

Jason's thoughts came to a stop as he heard Dick's voice call from inside the room, "Little Wing!" he shouted. "Come here! I miss you!"

Feeling ill, Jason stood up and dragged his feet into the room. He stood at the doorway, with one hand on the frame.

"Jason?" Dick questioned, noticing that Jason was unsteady.

It was like all his thoughts became a jumbled mess as he stared at the man laying in the bed. Their eyes met, and suddenly Jason felt dizzy. He knew it was because he had not been eating and the amount of sleep he had received was almost nothing. However he ignored it, and held his breath. His eyes glared into blue ones, and he was terrified.

A part of him was afraid that Dick would not take him back, and he would not blame him for doing that. But it hurt.

The dizziness did not go away, he tried to take a step forward but the room shifted to much.

Tim looked over his shoulder and whispered something nearly inaudible to Kon who was standing right behind him. Conner began walking toward Jason, who collapsed but was caught in the meta's arms before he hit the ground. Conner carried Jason over to a small couch and laid him down on it.

"He looks like crap." Dick half smiled, amused at the sight of his boyfriend who was so exhausted that he passed out.

"He's a mess." Tim sighed, "He feels really bad about everything."

"I'd like to talk to him." Dick took in a heavy breath, suddenly feeling sleepy again.

"Keep in mind, that he's fragile right now." Tim mentioned, "Why don't you get some sleep too?"

"Hmmm?" Dick was already falling asleep as Tim finished his sentence.